Chapter 599 Policy Limitations

Three days after the funeral, Zhang Mao's coffin was buried, and a vast funeral team of thousands of people escorted Zhang Mao to be buried in Zhang's cemetery on the mountain of Xindian, the governor of Fengtai, where Zhang Mao's father, lived there. Like his father Zhang Mao, they failed to pass the 75-year-old mark, all of 75 years old.

Zhang's cemetery also buried Zhang Mao's wife Chen, Zhang Rui, the father of Zhang Mao's son Zhang Lun, and many deceased relatives in the Duke's government. According to Zhang Mao's last wishes before his death, the coffin and his wife Chen were buried in one place, sealed the soil to build a mausoleum, and the giant turtles carried a monument, and slept in the earth.

The husband passed away, and the young father-in-law replaced him. It seemed to be a calm handover, but in Song Nan's opinion, it was not simple. Although no one will come out against Zhang Mao's new death, there will be hidden worries after a long time. The reason is very simple. Zhang Lun is not Zhang Mao. Without Zhang Mao's glorious past and ability, Zhang Mao is not enough to completely control the marquis of the regiment camp. With Zhang Lun's ability, it is not easy to take the position of governor of the regiment camp.

Standing in Song Nan's position, although he hopes that Zhang Lun can stabilize the situation and control the regiment camp, Song Nan understands that it is impossible. It will not be long before there will be a dispute on this matter. It is simply impossible for Zhang Lun for a young British prince in his 30s to suppress the treacherous regimental marquis. Although Zhang Lun is not as incompetent as other children, Zhang Lun has not experienced much. If he hadn't saved the emperor in the battle of Xinpingbao, he would have made no achievements so far. And even that time was credited by Song Nan's advance arrangement and the bloody battle of thousands of soldiers and horses in Weizhou.

However, Song Nan has not been able to solve this problem yet. Song Nan's ability is not enough to make Zhang Lun firmly assume the position of governor of the regiment camp. Everything can only be taken one step by step. At least in a short period of time, no one will come up to mention this matter. In the future, things can only be done.

Song Nan has to deal with another matter at present. On the seventh day of the first lunar month, merchants from all over the world that Zhu Fengtong contacted rushed to the capital one after another. During her husband's funeral, Song Nan also had no time to receive them separately. Zhu Fengtong, Tong Ahu, Wan Dabao and others have been receiving them and arranging accommodation to visit the White Paper Square construction site. And other matters. Now that my husband is safe, the British government is almost busy, and it's time to meet them. The big thing is still waiting for me and the merchants to agree to make a bid.

On the 12th day of the first month, the hall of Songfu was full of merchants, and merchants from all over the country were invited into Songfu. The hall was full of merchants who spoke Wu Nong's language and Huizhou dialect. Before Song Nan came out to see the guests, everyone greeted each other and listened to each other's business. They were very busy. After Song Nan entered from the back curtain of the hall, the hall was suddenly silent. Everyone stood up and arched their hands, with a trace of surprise in their eyes.

The reason for surprise is that Song Nan is such a young man. Although he had long heard that the Marquis Song was young, he saw Song Nan appear in front of him, and the merchants couldn't help squeaking his lips.

"Good friends, you have come all the way to the capital, but I'm really sorry for treating you slowly. Today, I specially invite you to come to my house and set up a thin wine to apologize to you later." Song Nan arched his hand and smiled.

The merchants said one after another, "What does the marquis say? In the past few days, Miss Meng Zhu and the officials in your government have taken good care of them, and we are very relieved. On the contrary, I heard that something had happened in the marquis's father-in-law's mansion, so the marquis naturally went to help with his filial piety, and asked the marquis to pay tribute to the change.

Song Nan sighed and said, "Yes, the British father-in-law passed away. Naturally, my granddaughter-in-law, is going to see him off. It's over, and there is no need to mention it. You have been here for more than four days, but have you gone to my white paper workshop construction site?

The merchants said, "Miss Zhu took us to have a look. It's really generous. The layout of this shop is not picky."

An old man got up and bowed and arched his hand to Zhu Fengtong and said, "Oh, at the end of last year, when Miss Zhu brought a sample to contact the old man, the old man still didn't believe it. Now that what he saw is true, what Miss Zhu said is true. At that time, the old man once said rudely and apologized to Miss Zhu here."

Zhu Fengtong quickly got up and squeezed his lips and saluted Wanfu, "Chairman Zhao should be too modest. In business, of course, seeing is believing, but it is also human's normal if you don't believe it."

Song Nan laughed and said, "If I guess correctly, this old gentleman must be President Zhao of the Hui Chamber of Commerce."

The old man arched his hand and smiled and said, "The marquis has good eyesight and is just an old man; the president will not grow up, but it's just to give advice for everyone."

Song Nan nodded with a smile, turned her eyes around, and looked at a white and fat old man and said, "That old gentleman must be the president of the Chaoshang Business Gang."

The white fat old man narrowed his eyes into a crack and arched his hand and said, "It's the old man."

Song Nan said, "The president of the Zhejiang Business Gang must be this old gentleman. He is full of spirit and quite immortal."

A tall and thin old man with a concave cheek laughed and said, "The marquis let the old man live a few more years, but he can't praise him so much."

This young marquis spoke kindly and kindly, and there was no contempt of ordinary high-ranking officials and nobles for the seemingly kind of merchants, but they could not hide their bones. The merchants were useful in their hearts and their affection for Song Nan doubled.

After Song Nan sat down, everyone also sat down one after another. The maids sent delicious snacks and tea. Song Nan casually asked everyone to take them casually. After coaxing, Song Nan coughed softly, and the people immediately calmed down and knew that they were going to talk about business.

"Gentlemen, since you have sincerely come to the capital and have seen the shops and houses of Baizhifang in the past few days, we don't need to make a rounds. The shophouses I developed in Baizhifang are going to sell to merchants to do business in the capital. Are you interested?"

There was silence in the hall, and the sound of bowing his head and drinking tea sounded from time to time, but no one spoke.

Song Nan smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied with the property developed by my Song Mansion? Are you dissatisfied with the price or the property?

Chairman Zhao of Huishang coughed and said, "The marquis is a straightforward person, and we don't take turns. How can merchants like us not come to the capital to open up industries? The capital is the most prosperous place in the Ming Dynasty, and it is an excellent thing to do business here. We also see the shops and real estate of Baizhifang, and everyone can't wait to take it for themselves.

Song Nan smiled and said, "Then why do you seem to have some scruples?"

Chairman Zhao arched his hand and said, "We have also communicated in private. The price is not a problem. Originally, I was worried about the crowding out the Chamber of Commerce in the capital, but since the Duke and the Marquis Song came forward to serve as the president of the White Paper Square, I am not afraid that others will make trouble. I only have one thing to solve. If the marquis can solve this problem, I, Zhao, am willing to buy three sets of shops and a house.

"Yes, I will also buy a shop. Who doesn't want to come to the capital to do business? I dream of it." The merchants said with a lot of words.

Song Nan waved her hand to signal everyone to be quiet and asked with a smile, "What kind of thing needs me to solve?" Let's talk about it?"

Chairman Zhao said, "The marquis should know that the Ming merchants are limited by the yellow book and cannot operate permanently outside. Although they have been loosened in recent years, they have not returned to their original place of origin in three years, and the local government will issue a pursuit on the grounds that the fugitives. We and other merchants must return to their place of origin, and they may have to file a lawsuit. If it is okay in other state capitals, officials * can also be issued to prove the identity between the mansions, which also avoids being regarded as fugitives, but this is the land of the capital. At the feet of the emperor, we are all worried about buying the marquis's shop, but we can't operate it.

Song Nan frowned and said, "What do you mean? Why didn't I understand you? What is the yellow book?

A group of merchants were stunned. The marquis actually didn't know what the yellow book was, or was he deliberately pretending to be confused?

Zhu Fengtong was also surprised. She explained a few words softly in Song Nan's ear. Song Nan suddenly understood that this so-called yellow book was the so-called household registration book in later generations. The Ming Dynasty was a high-pressure dynasty. People who went out of the county and above the county required the government to issue a road, indicating where their identity was born and where they started. How many days and so on? From the beginning of the Taizu Dynasty, he tied up the people with the Lijia system and set up a villagers' group to inspect it once a year. With this small unit as the main body to carry out tax service and other affairs. If someone escapes from the country, it will be known in a year that those who have escaped will be regarded as exile or fugitives, and the court will use force. These people were captured and repatriated.

As a businessman in the Ming Dynasty, he was unified as a citizen like the peasants, and was also included in Lijia. However, he was given a three-year period for the convenience of merchants, and he must return to his place of origin every three years, otherwise he would also be regarded as a exile or fugitive and would also be punished.

Song Nan's scalp is a little numb. To be honest, he has never considered this. If so, who will buy his own shop and house? Isn't it an idiot who spends a lot of money to buy an industry outside his place of origin? How can merchants be willing to do this kind of loss-making business.

So the question arises. These merchants may only be the house of the rental shop and will never buy it. Do they want to be a renter?